Three Baby Cribs and a Missing Set of Car Keys
“We will file first thing Monday morning,” Evelyn said, closing her yellow pad. “By then, you should be fully moved in.”
By three o’clock that afternoon, the light in the kitchen on Elm Lane was thick with floating dust motes. Shaun stood by the old copper pipes under the porcelain sink, his grey t-shirt damp with sweat as he lugged a heavy cardboard box through the backdoor.
“The new water heater is in the back of the truck,” Shaun said, setting a heavy metal toolbox onto the cracked linoleum floor. “The hardware store down on Broad Street charged three hundred and fifty dollars for the unit and the copper fittings.”
“That leaves me with two hundred dollars in my entire account,” I said, leaning against the doorframe and looking at the rusted pipe protruding from the wall. “Will that be enough to fix the leaking drain in the basement?”
Shaun tapped his foot against the floorboards, looking at the dark water stain near the pantry door. “I brought my own solder and torch from the shop. You do not have to pay me for the labor, Chloe.”
